ButransGirl
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Hi. I have a few traumas and I'm tormented hourly by the recent one.
This August, i suffered from anoxia- loss of oxygen for a significant amount of time. I was clinically dead and revived, and suffered multi organ failure. I woke up to being restrained in the ICU breathing through a ventilator. After i could breathe on my own, i had to relearn how to to walk, talk, use my hands, swallow again. It wasn't too bad being completely impaired, except that i didn't know i had free will and could refuse things like my daily heparin shots in the belly. There are 3 parts of this experience that haunt and torment me. Waking up on the vent, i couldn't move my hands or legs. I was hurting... Badly. I was starving. I had a fever and was coughing non stop. The suctioning of my lungs was so painful as i had sepsis! Oh so painful. I wasn't given cough medicine. I was only given Tylenol for my 101° fever. I couldn't talk, nurses were cleaning me when i soiled myself and nurses were constantly sternly telling me not to try and pull out my tubes. I didn't know where i was or what was wrong with me. All i knew was that i was suffering profusely and nobody was helping me or caring.
I suffered many injuries while in the hospital. Nerve damage that needs surgery from fighting restraints. they restrained're bc i was trying to pull out my tubes. Why couldn't they sedate me? Then i wouldn't need surgery and i wouldn't have these vivid flashbacks! I have bedsores that are still healing 7 mos later. I was never given cognitive therapy, Pt, or referred for follow up care. I have more issues now that weren't related to the reason i went in for. they stripped me off all my medicines for narcolepsy and chronic pain, much more. Now i can't get back on pain medicine that works!
the third part is that I wasn't transferred to an acute rehab, so after i could barely walk, the hospital tried to send me home with my parents as my guardians and they refused. Paperwork was filed to make me a ward of the state! My own parents threw me out like garbage while i was retarded and just recovering from a coma. I never felt like they loved me and now its proven. While that was in the process, i had to stay at the hospital, and with the next couple weeks, i passed the cognitive evaluation with flying colors, they cancelled the paperwork, and i was allowed to go home by myself. but i can't stand thinking about my parents. I'm so angry! I hate their guts and Never want to see them again. I want to move accross the country but i can't afford it.
I struggled with PTSD from being coherced into sex at 13, and again at 21. A few days after the event at 21, i attempted suicide. It was a few years later that i developed PTSD from being a passenger in a head on collision where i watched my friend almost die before my eyes. By the grace of God, the attachment and flashbacks from those events were severed in my newly damaged brain. I can have sex without being scared and my only issues with the accident are that I'm hypervigilent in the car. The newest event though, has made me an angry, irritable person. I get so angry! I rant. I obsess. I get homicidal fantasies that i wouldn't act on. I'm distraught and scared and am always going back to feeling helplessly tied to a bed breathing through a tube with nurses coming in and hurting me.
This August, i suffered from anoxia- loss of oxygen for a significant amount of time. I was clinically dead and revived, and suffered multi organ failure. I woke up to being restrained in the ICU breathing through a ventilator. After i could breathe on my own, i had to relearn how to to walk, talk, use my hands, swallow again. It wasn't too bad being completely impaired, except that i didn't know i had free will and could refuse things like my daily heparin shots in the belly. There are 3 parts of this experience that haunt and torment me. Waking up on the vent, i couldn't move my hands or legs. I was hurting... Badly. I was starving. I had a fever and was coughing non stop. The suctioning of my lungs was so painful as i had sepsis! Oh so painful. I wasn't given cough medicine. I was only given Tylenol for my 101° fever. I couldn't talk, nurses were cleaning me when i soiled myself and nurses were constantly sternly telling me not to try and pull out my tubes. I didn't know where i was or what was wrong with me. All i knew was that i was suffering profusely and nobody was helping me or caring.
I suffered many injuries while in the hospital. Nerve damage that needs surgery from fighting restraints. they restrained're bc i was trying to pull out my tubes. Why couldn't they sedate me? Then i wouldn't need surgery and i wouldn't have these vivid flashbacks! I have bedsores that are still healing 7 mos later. I was never given cognitive therapy, Pt, or referred for follow up care. I have more issues now that weren't related to the reason i went in for. they stripped me off all my medicines for narcolepsy and chronic pain, much more. Now i can't get back on pain medicine that works!
the third part is that I wasn't transferred to an acute rehab, so after i could barely walk, the hospital tried to send me home with my parents as my guardians and they refused. Paperwork was filed to make me a ward of the state! My own parents threw me out like garbage while i was retarded and just recovering from a coma. I never felt like they loved me and now its proven. While that was in the process, i had to stay at the hospital, and with the next couple weeks, i passed the cognitive evaluation with flying colors, they cancelled the paperwork, and i was allowed to go home by myself. but i can't stand thinking about my parents. I'm so angry! I hate their guts and Never want to see them again. I want to move accross the country but i can't afford it.
I struggled with PTSD from being coherced into sex at 13, and again at 21. A few days after the event at 21, i attempted suicide. It was a few years later that i developed PTSD from being a passenger in a head on collision where i watched my friend almost die before my eyes. By the grace of God, the attachment and flashbacks from those events were severed in my newly damaged brain. I can have sex without being scared and my only issues with the accident are that I'm hypervigilent in the car. The newest event though, has made me an angry, irritable person. I get so angry! I rant. I obsess. I get homicidal fantasies that i wouldn't act on. I'm distraught and scared and am always going back to feeling helplessly tied to a bed breathing through a tube with nurses coming in and hurting me.